Coronation

Blessed Art Thou

in the

mind heart & soul

of

Rawclyde

!

~

Advertisements

Waskly Wabbit on Dead-End Woad

I had

no water

no water

had I

~

The two canteens

I

had

were dry

~

Cool clear H2O

outta

a

 mountain well

~

Woulda made heaven

outta

this road

to hell

~

This road that

led

to nothin’

but a dead end

~

With-

out

any

wind

~

 With-

out

any

soul

~

Nothin’ but dead leaves

lay

in this empty

dead-end bowl

~

And rattlesnake bones

that yodeled

“now where yuh

gonna go-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh?”

~

I stood n’ stared

at them bones

n’ thought

 “Oh no, oh nooooooo!”

~

And clouds of

gnawing gnats

made it

plain to seeeeeee

~

This was the

dead end of

death

for meeeeeee

~

Continue reading

Spirit of Place

~ 

It’s a place, that’s all, just a place ~ a knoll of dust & pebble ~ surrounded by a view, a view with next to no sign of humankind.

There’s a little truck-trail passing by below the knoll. At night time you can see an insignificant group of lights way out yonder ‘tween two dark mountains. Other than that, the place & the view is a home of nature ~ lived in by saguaro & creosote, ocotillo & cholla, thorn & more thorn, millions of tiny little flowers in the early spring, jackrabbit, coyote, lizard, red racer snake, stray cow, an irritable cactus wren, a curled-up baby rattler, a grey tarantula lying on its back, some gullies, a drywash under a sky unparalleled ~ & wavy crystalline distance broken here & there by a few volcanic rock pinnacles ~ & out-further-yonder more mountains of rock ~ craggy rock & piercing thorn.

Just a place ~ where nobody ever goes ~ except me ~ at that time a lone middle-aged man of no permanent property ~ in fact, of no permanence what-so-ever.

I was on my way to San Diego to work & buy more books for the Book Mule, which was a book store & a monk cell in a one-ton `85 Ford van with dual wheels in the back (hopped thru drywashes like a jack-rabbit). T’was the end of winter & a witto bit into spring or somewhere’s around that time, which was the end of the selling season, a witto ways above the Mexican border in Arizona. On my way outta there I decided to drop by this place, one of my hide-outs ~ and say “Good-bye” to the desert.

A good-bye consisted of indulging in a half-pint of whiskey & a warm 12 oz. can of Coca Cola, mixed together by & by in a coffee cup, standing around looking at the desert, & leaving in the morning ~ or something kin to that.

This was a very holy place ~ to me. I mean, for example, in early spring, in the glittering good-morning dew, when the drywash was a wild cacophony of bird song & the desert floor was a thick carpet of tiny colorful flowers, when I lost the trail & had to step on the flowers to get from point A to point B ~ I felt guilty. Of course you can’t touch the bigger plants when you’re walking along or you’ll most likely get pierced by savage thorns. When I almost stepped on the curled up baby rattler, I certainly did not kill him or even disturb him, but observed the snake, stoic little critter, then walked around him (or her). The whole area, in other words, besides being a hide-out, was also a shrine.

(more below)

~

~

So me & the Book Mule ditched the highway, rattled along a washboard road for, oh, about 7 miles, turned right on a particular wagon trail, hopped thru a few drywashes or whatever you want to call ‘em (arroyos?), lollygagged along with a silent song surrounded by gorgeous desert & sky & no reason why & backed into the hide-outty shrine without bothering a twig just before twilight time.

The wonderment begins. You can hear a pin drop 100-yards away. But when a desert critter lets go a shriek that bubbles thy blood, you wonder whether you heard anything or not. And the only thing making any noise is the bell ringing inside your head. Stark silence is dominant in this realm. If the Author Of All Things has anything to say to you ~ He says it now. Otherwise, you’re deaf & dummified in an eerie land of splendor. So go ahead ~ holler like a coyote!

I stood upon the knoll, cup of whiskey & coke in hand, head bowed, wondering how a ring of rocks at my feet got there. Inside this ring of rocks a few scattered sticks lay. Nearby was a jumbled pile of more sticks to feed an anticipated fire inside the circumference of stones. There were no footprints around here except for my own. How long had a campfire been waiting to be lit here? 100 years? And why hadn’t I noticed this campfire set-up before now?

“Well, I’ll be…”

Then I looked up ~ and what do you suppose I saw? A huge full moon had just slid up into the twilight sky from behind the nearest mountain. Whoa, what a sight.

“Lordy Lordy…”

I gulped down the rest of my heady mixed drink ~ but it really wasn’t that heady. What was going on around here?

Then, behind me, I heard the faint, tiny, but unmistakable sound of a ~ no, it couldn’t be! I swiftly turned ~ and behold! Three desert squirrels with minute musical instruments ~ a midget mariachi band!

No, not really, just kidding. But the mysterious fire ring & the magnified full moon, not to mention the other myriad miracles of twilight-hour tweeking the landscape all around, gave me the distinct feeling that I was not only saying “good bye” to the desert, but the desert was also saying “good-bye” to me.

Ain’t that somethin’?

I didn’t light the fire that night. The following day I took off for San Diego, got work, bought books, and returned the following winter on New Years Eve.

Then I lit the fire. And I had with me half a quart bottle of Old Overholt rye whiskey to make sure we enjoyed the flimmering flames & the swirling stars. We had a, uh, melodious conversation that night ~ me & the quiet, gentle, tremulously shy spirit of that place.

Dominus vobiscum.

~

from Cloyd Campfire

(around the beginning of the 21st century)

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2015

~

~

art courtesy

of

Lynden St Victor

http://www.stvictordiaries.com

~

Cloud Shadow 44

Now

thee

most

beautiful eyes

~

More resplendent than

the most resplendent truth

ever unveiled

beneath pure blue skies

~

Appear in the cloud that

blooms and looms

ever more sharply

defined above

~

These two eyes

of

course

overflow with Love

~

They are

of

course

gazing down at me

~

And

I

am

utterly

~

Enslaved

by

this

Love

~

In

these

Eyes

   up above…

~

Deep Desert Blues

~

I Can Show You God

~

by John Coyote

~

The great search for God is fruitless for some.
I knew a woman from  Santa Cruz.  We sat together often drinking hot and tasty
coffee on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Her heart was cold and dead.She  told me God is dead and forgotten.
We are just people struggling with no place to go or reasons to be alive.

.

I smiled and pointed to the sea.
I told her God is alive.
Look at the dancing sea.
The sun above us. Gifts for us from God.

God isn’t our master or guide.
Life is for us to decide.
She looked frustrated and asked.
Don’t God support to protect and save us?
Look at this world. War, murder, violence and dead-ends.”

I requested her to travel with me.
I told her. “I will show you God and you can talk to him
one on one.”

She told me. ” My Dark Poet friend who write of war and death.
Describe love and passion with detail and sadness. What have God
done for you?”

I took her hands and whispered. He had saved me many times.  He led
me to safety from dangerous places and situations. He awoke me to
skip death and maybe I can give someone hope.”

We drove in-land to the California fault line. Took three hours to
reach the fault lines. This was the dream land for the free climbers
of unknown and unmarked areas. There was only a warning sign.
“Caution free flowing rocks”

She open my journal and she read a poem aloud.

“The places of peace

Ancient places and secrets hidden.
We allowed ghostly views of life and death.
I search for beauty hidden from the normal eyes.
Rare places to find peace.
I find cliffs to sit with Eagles.
I talk with the Gods of the wind and water.
I touch the soil and feel the energy and life.

The ancient Gods are fair.
They do not disturb or change our journey.
They just whisper. Life is fair.
Take what you need. Don’t abuse the land.
Love and respect your neighbors.

I sit with God on a cliffs.
I see the sky and the sun.
I have no prisons holding me in.
I thanks the Gods for opportunity and chance.”

She walked in silence.
We walked for one hour. I took her to my hidden waterfall.
She could not believe the strength of the water and the beauty
of the location. Wildflowers grew everywhere and  I saw her smile.

I told her. “This is one of many gifts from God.
God is generous to the people who cherish beauty and life.
She stripped down and she went to the water ,
allowed the water to clean her heart and soul.
She asked me to join her. I told her. “This is your time. ”

The sun is falling into the west. I told her we must leave. I have one more
place to show you. She take my hand and we walked to the hidden cliff.
There are seats of stone for us to sit. I told her to sit down. I have  friends to show you.

I open up my power bag. I take out some tied-up sage.
I light the sage. I walk in circles and thank the spirits for the good day.
I request forgiveness for coming to their ancient place of prayers.
I pray for my friend to find peace.

I go to my friend. I bring her up. I take her to the edge of the cliff.
She is amazed. Two hawks are flying near. She can see forever. Tears
appear in her eyes. She asked. “Are we trick into believing in the wrong things?
Do we blind ourselves from the real beauty. Do we waste time and life on
useless things?”

I brought her close and told her. Nature is a fine example. The hawk need little. Takes
what they need. Don’t kill for useless reason and love the free sky and open land.
Would be nice if man would be kinder? I told you I would show you God.
God is in you. In the deeds you do and life you live. Look at this place
It was create by a artist. God gave us free-will and chance.”

We stand together in silence watching the Hawks survey the land.
My friend turn to me and smiled. Told me. “Johnnie you are right. God is here.
I want to sit alone and think.”

I left her with the ancient spirits. I left her for one hour. Darkness was coming.
We had a silence walk to the truck.

She turned to me. Kissed my face cheeks and told me.
“You are right kind Poet. God is for us to find. Thank you for sharing time
with me my friend.”

Coyote

~

 © 2014 Coyote Poetry
.
~

~

https://johncoyote.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/i-can-show-you-god

~

Holy Ghost

 

The Litany

of the Holy Ghost

 

Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us.
Father all powerful,
h
ave mercy on us.
Jesus, Eternal Son of the Father, Redeemer of the world,
please s
ave us.
Spirit of the Father and the Son, boundless Life of both,
please s
anctify us.
Holy Trinity,
please hear us. 

Holy Spirit, Who proceedest from the Father and the Son,
enter our hearts.
Holy Spirit, Who art equal to the Father and the Son,
enter our hearts.
Promise of God the Father,
have mercy on us.
Ray of heavenly light,
please have mercy on us.

Author of all good,  
Source of Heavenly water,
Consuming Fire,
Ardent Charity,
Spiritual Unction,
Spirit of love and truth,
Spirit of wisdom and understanding,
Spirit of counsel and fortitude,
Spirit of knowledge and piety,
Spirit of the fear of the Lord,
Spirit of grace and prayer,
Spirit of peace and meekness,
Spirit of modesty and innocence,
Holy Spirit, the Comforter,
Holy Spirit, the Sanctifier,
Holy Spirit, Who governest the Church,
Gift of God the Most High,
Spirit Who fillest the universe,
Spirit of the adoption of the children of God, please have mercy on us.

Holy Spirit, inspire us with horror of sin. 
Holy Spirit, come and renew the face of the earth.
Holy Spirit, shed Thy light into our souls.
Holy Spirit, engrave Thy law in our hearts.
Holy Spirit, inflame us with the flame of Thy love.
Holy Spirit, open to us the treasures of Thy graces.
Holy Spirit, teach us to pray well.
Holy Spirit, enlighten us with Thy Heavenly inspirations. 
Holy Spirit, lead us in the way of salvation.
Holy Spirit, grant us the only necessary knowledge.
Holy Spirit, inspire in us the practice of good.
Holy Spirit, grant us the merits of all virtues.
Holy Spirit, make us persevere injustice.
Holy Spirit, please be our everlasting reward. 

Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,
send us Thy Holy Spirit.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,
p
our down into our souls the gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Lamb of God, Who takest away the sins of the world,
please g
rant us the Spirit of wisdom and piety. 

Come, Holy Ghost! Fill the hearts of Thy faithful ~
And enkindle in them the fire of Thy love.

Let Us Pray:
Grant, O merciful Father, that the Divine Spirit may enlighten, inflame and purify us, that She may penetrate us with Her heavenly dew and make us fruitful in good works, through Our Lord Jesus Christ, Thy Son, Who with Thee, in the unity of the same Spirit, liveth and reigneth forever and ever. Amen.

~

http://www.daughtersofstpaul.com

~

Jihad

We must cast out all that is evil within us, all that opposes God.  This is the war that we must fight.

My brethren, let me tell you a story so that you may better understand the meaning of jihad, or holy war.  When God formed Adam out of earth, He placed the great trust of the light of Nur Muhammad on Adam’s forehead and decreed that man would know things that the angels and other beings could never know.  The leader of the jinns was watching and listening.  He became filled with jealousy, pride, and vengeance, and these qualities changed him into satan.  At once he began to speak against God, boasting to Adam, “I am more exalted than you.  Allah said that He created you to be most exalted, but you are only made of earth.  I am made of fire.  If you bow down to me I will help you, but if you attempt to rise above me, then I will do many evil things to you and make you suffer greatly.”

Then that light on Adam’s forehead looked closely at satan, and when satan saw the radiance, there arose within him an even greater fear, jealousy, and vengeance.  Once again he sneered at Adam, “You are created out of mere earth, and yet you dare to look at me like this!  Because you were given a higher place than I was, I will create sorrow and suffering for you until the very end.”  Then satan spat on him, and the moment that spit landed on Adam, satan’s poisonous qualities entered him and spread throughout his entire body.  Those qualities became the darkness of the mind and the veils within the innermost heart.

Upon seeing what had happened, Allah commanded the Angel Gabriel to pinch out that spot of hell where satan’s spit had landed.  The hollow that remained became the navel.  Even though the spit itself was cleared away, some of the poison of those evil, envious qualities had already entered Adam and in that way were passed on to his descendents, causing all of mankind endless trouble.  Because of satan’s actions, Allah commanded that he and his followers be cast out of heaven.  Then he elevated Adam to the high position decreed for him.

This is a very great matter.  I have related only a small part of it to show you that the most important jihad, the holy war that each one of us must fight, is the war against these qualities.  Just as satan was thrown out of heaven because he opposed the Almighty, Unique One, we too must cast out all that is evil within us, everything that opposes God.  Those evil qualities of jealousy and vengeance are the qualities that ruin us and take us on the path to hell…

~

http://www.naqshbandi.org

~

My Sweet Lord

~

My sweet Lord
 My Lord
 My Lord
.
I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord
.
My sweet Lord
 My Lord
 My Lord
.
I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you Lord
That it won’t take long, my Lord (hallelujah)
.
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
 My Lord (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
.
I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, Lord
Really want to see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord (hallelujah)
.
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
My Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (hallelujah)
.
I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you Lord (aaah)
That it won’t take long, my Lord (hallelujah)
.
Hmmm (hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (hallelujah)
My, my, Lord (hallelujah)
.
My lord (hare Krishna)
My, my, my Lord (hare Krishna)
Oh my sweet Lord (Krishna, Krishna)
Ohhh (hare hare)
.
Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you Lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my Lord (hallelujah)
.
My Lord (hallelujah)
.
My, my, my Lord (hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
My Lord (hare hare)
.
.(Gurur Brahma)
 (Gurur Vishnu)
(Gurur Devo)
(Maheshwara)
.
My sweet Lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet Lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my Lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my Lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet Lord (Hare Rama)
.
Hare Krishna!
.
.My sweet Lord (hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
My Lord (hare hare)
.
~
.
George Harrison
.
~
~
.

Haunted Saloon

~

I strolled back to the haunted saloon

arrived floating

swung the bat-wings aside

one fell off its hinge, disintegrated

into a pile of dust as

the wings on the heels of my hiking boots fluttered by

what a relief

finally floating after all these earth-bound years

“I’ll have a double” said I

to the barmaid, Mary

ahhhhhhh Mary

Holy Mary

our favorite Mary

   amen & hallelujah…

~

~

A Ghost Town Called Love

by Rawclyde!

~

artwork by Ravenari & Lajuls

Deviant Art

~

Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show

~

Hot August night
And the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smellin’ sweet
Move up the road to the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat
Sits a ragged tent
Where there ain’t no trees
And that gospel group tellin’ you and me
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show
.

~

~

Room gets suddenly still
And when you’d almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in
Eyes black as coal
And when he lifts his face
Ev’ry ear in the place is on him
Starting soft and slow
Like a small earthquake
And when he lets go
Half the valley shakes
.

~

~

It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show

~

~

Take my hand in yours
Walk with me this day
In my heart I know, I will never stray
Halle, halle, halle, halle
Halle, halle, halle, halle
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes
I say, Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes…

~

~

sung by

Neil  Diamond

~

1972

~

Ghost Town

~

I sauntered into the haunted saloon

placed myself carefully on a stool at the counter

nobody was there but a bunch of ghosts & me

~

~

The barmaid, Holy Mary, uncorked a bottle of grace

poured me a shot

the shot glass looked empty

but I knew, yes, I knew

the shot glass was now full of grace

“the Lord is with thee,” I said to the barmaid

she smiled gently

a replica of the Milky Way galaxy in each eye

a crucifix above her head

~

~

“What’s a crucifix doing in here?” I asked

her reply:  “This is the ghost town called Love, remember?”

an awkward grin tilted my head sideways

I gulped down what she had served

& left a generous tip

~

~

photos

3:10 to Yuma

1957

&

Holy Mary / Tumblr.com

~

~

A Ghost Town Called Love

http://aghostttowncalledlove.yolasite.com

by

Rawclyde

!